The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Preston Keaton hummed coldly. "You may go," he said absently.
Wyatt Walsh silently exited the office and let out a sigh.
'Actually, he hadn't been in Veridia the whole time. Mr. Keaton had taken a business trip to Argent Borough and had only been back for two days.'
'In the past, Mr. Keaton would always ask about Miss Grant's whereabouts from time to time—where she went, what she did. For the past half-month, it's as if they haven't been in contact. And I haven't seen Miss Grant call him again.'
If he remembered correctly, Mr. Keaton had originally planned to attend Miss Grant's brother's engagement party.
「Inside the office.」
Preston Keaton took a light sip of his coffee. His hand, with its well-defined knuckles, held the cup's handle, faint blue veins tracing paths across the back.
His gaze was fixed on his phone, his eyes deep and cold—impossibly indifferent, like a dark, still pool.
